story

We can move into a Story of our choice,
feel powerful and good.

We can stand in our own being (which is not our own)
and say there is no Story that is real,
thus spinning our Story of No Story,
and feel powerful and good.

One single thought and a story exists.
Even those who say they do not think,
as soon as the mouth flops open,
are caught within the web of a story.

We live in story. We are creatures of Story.
We beget and are begotten by Story.

I choose a Story of Cosmic Adventure,
which goes something like this:

Each of us a sphere of influence
radiating outward in all directions our moods and attitudes.
We transform the world around us
through the wavelengths of the energy we are.

Shitty wavelengths, shitty world.
Joyous wavelengths, joyous world.
Mediocre wavelengths, mediocre world.

When two or more spheres
are in radiance together,
a tremendous force is born.